The Poet SPIEL Poems

naked arms

they may be hungry
but they are not cold
...

afterwards —
you learn to touch the knob
with your eyes closed
so you may believe it cannot hurt you
...

looking at the floor —


— late eyes,
...

drawing wheat

in his dirt
dragging
...

I might've told him

Mark Saunders and ten others
made the Honor Roll
...

On this side of town


As this hombre roasts on the hiway,
...

interpretive solo

this red-faced man
stoops his shoulders
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judicious interrogation

why eat chicken
but refuse the meat
...

Lapse

In this rare moment of clarity
Gerald says
...

build a wall

build a two car garage
one for your b-mer
...